krigare;

[Krigare]

He had forgiven the boy long ago.

Deep in the burning orchard of his body, he had forgiven the child as soon as the crimes were committed. Though he hadn't expected to be found by the ebony stag in his quiet thoughts as quickly as he had.

The boy approaches quickly, tossing his head in quick apologies, breaking the silence of Krigare's abode. His emerald eyes shut slowly, heart slowing as the bay stag breathes deeply into his chest.

"I forgave you a long time ago boy..."

Yet the apologies kept coming in quick spurts. They flowed from his dark lips like blood from an open wound. Krigare shook his large head, dark tresses falling in matted curls beside his eyes. 

"All is forgiven. What happened to me was none of your doing."

And so it wasn't, Krigare had done his body this great injustice. Krigare had been the one to throw himself so mercilessly into battle at such an age. Though his words didn't soothe the stallion, Krigare could practically hear his heart beating beneath the smooth skin of his chest. He speaks once more explaining his actions quickly before his body erupted.

Before Krigare was no longer an equine, but a beast. A magnificent creature with scales and talons sharp as rose thorns. The child had shifted into something Krigare had never seen before.

Part of him was smart enough to be afraid.

The other part refused his muscles the strength to run.

"Christ boy...."

Krigare whispered, awaiting any movement of the creature. He hoped that perhaps when such a shift occurred the ebony stag would remain to cling to his conscious mind, holding back on the teeth that could easily tear Krigare to shreds. 

"Christ."

((This is short im so sorry! My Muse for Krigare is still finding its footing after such a long break!<3))